Dramatic, Mushy, Complicated Love Leah Sharelle (best story books to read .TXT) 📖

Spunk. I am about to give you a memory you can take with you on your road trip.” Doing as she ordered, I plopped back down in my chair, which was just as well because I was concerned that my legs wouldn’t be able to hold me up for very long anyway. Seeing Meadow naked properly for the first time, definitely a knee-buckling moment.

“Now.” Walking slowly, her hips swaying with each step, Meadow rounded my desk. Her fingers were tracing seductively over the surface until she got to my side, where they traced over my shoulder and down my arm coming to rest on the hand I had covered over my bulging cock.

“Please remove your hand so I can look at what is now mine.” Her smile was captivating, just as the owner had captivated me. Lifting my hand, I rested it on the arm of my office chair, doing the same with the other one on the other arm.

“You are so god damned sexy, Meadow. So amazingly beautiful you render me speechless just looking at you.” My honesty was justifiable considering the gift she was giving me. I might only have known her a short time, but what I did know was this wasn’t her usual behaviour. Yes, she was confident, yes, she was comfortable with her body, and fuck yeah, she was sexy. But she wasn’t easy. This sensual erotic moment was for me, and only me. Deep inside, I knew that to be true.

Lowering herself down to kneel on the carpet in front of me, I eagerly spread my legs and watched in awe as she unbuttoned my pants, then slowly and thank god carefully, let down the zipper and pulled my very hard, very erect cock out of the confines of my jocks.

“Oh, wow,” Meadow breathed, one finger gliding down the long length of my shaft, the tiniest tremble in her touch telling me this was certainly not something she regularly did. I don’t know why that made me happy, but it did. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe or expect Meadow to be a virgin, and she had at least one ex I knew of, but the thought that she did this for other men in the past irked me. No, it fucking gutted me. I didn’t want to be just the next man on her list to perform for; our sexual chemistry was unlike anything I had experienced before. And I wanted that to be the same for her too.

Meadow started to stroke long and low, the precum at the tip of my head acting as the perfect lubricant. Each time she got to the head, she would run her thumb over the angry purple coloured bulb, and each time I let out a groan of appreciation.

“You know,” Meadow hummed, her eyes glued to my cock, “despite my bravado with the whole naked thing, I am not that kind of girl, I have only given head a handful of times, and never with a cock your—”

Taking her face in my hands, I pressed my two thumbs to her lips, halting the next words out of her mouth, a mouth that was soon to be full of my cock.

“Trust me when I tell you, I know you aren’t that kind of girl.” Bending forward, I took her lips in a gentle kiss. “I also don’t want to know about any other dicks but mine, okay baby?”

“Got it.” She blushed, and for a second, I saw uncertainty flash in her green orbs and that I wasn’t having.

“Baby, you do whatever you want, any way you want to do it. No matter what, I will enjoy it.” Trying to keep my voice smooth even as her hand pumped me from root to tip and back again.

Meadow’s nervousness vanished, and that sassy, impish smile appeared, nearly blinding me.

“Okay, honey,” she replied, lowering her head, her soft hair tickling my pelvic area. Throwing my head back, I waited for the warmth of her mouth to encase me, but in all honesty, the reality of her mouth swallowing the head of my cock and the way I imagined it feeling were nothing alike.

“Oh dear god. Never ever—” My legs twitched around Meadow, just like hers had around me the other night. Alternating between pumps with her hand and the sweet suction of her mouth, Meadow tortured me over and over. The longer she went on, the greater her confidence grew, taking me deeper into her throat, licking the head of my cock with her tongue, even dragging her teeth gently up my shaft. Taking her hand off me, she flattened them on my thighs, continuing to deep throat my cock.

“Meadow, baby, I’m … I’m …” my balls pulled up, a burst of current zinging up my spine, heading straight to my sack. Fingers fisted at my pants, and a deep hum left Meadow’s throat, vibrating around me and I was a goner. The most spectacular sensation hit me directly in my lower back, stars blinded my sight, and the small conscious part left in my brain kicked in.

“I’m coming baby, pull off now!” I warned harsher than I intended, but I was only thinking of her. Coming in your partner’s mouth was a personal choice; forcing her to take a mouthful of my cum was not my way.

Meadow mumbled incoherently, but by the way her lips tightened around my shaft, I got the message she was fine with taking my load. That was a good thing because two seconds later, my hips lifted off the chair, a guttural shout tore from my throat, signalling my release. Rope after rope of sperm left my tip in a great rush, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I unloaded more cum than I thought possible to produce.

Distantly, the gulping and swallowing sounds coming from Meadow registered to my ears, her moans of delight as she took every drop like sweet music.

Sucking in deep gulps of air, my dick jerked as Meadow dragged her